Tuesday, April 17, 2012


The child's eyes went wide when realizing he were no longer of use. One of ours became one of the broken; my presence brought no comfort to him. I entered his mind and took the information needed. Mister Creevey had corrupted another; if Lenore and Thuggee weren't bad enough already. This creature did worse; Lenore manipulated proxies beyond the point of redemption, until they were just shells. Thuggee slaughtered them without a second thought. Mister Creevey, so it seems; crawls within and destroys them from the core.

This is problematic; the parasite is not destroying them for a reason. It's feeding, a similar yet different method than my own. It left irreversible damage yet left the thing still alive; intriguing development. What is the point of allowing it to live? The thing was once of use and now appears shriveled and pathetic. I found out during my activities in his mind; Mister Creevey wished to leave a message. It is no one's business as to what that message was. I did it a favor by preventing others from witnessing it in such a poor state; by relieving it of its position.

Good news, I have some free time on my hands; if that was not yet obvious. The Cultist's arm was snapped and she has taken it as a chance to hide; working silently no doubt. A definite lead has come up in regards to the artifact; now I wait. All there is to do is my job; in comparison to the other tasks it's far simpler. Trying to eliminate Gallows and Graves isn't trying in the least either.

I have some personal interests I have been watching. One of the newest, Swan and Fracture; such a delightful and witty pair. I am going to enjoy them; Fracture has proven to be exactly what I have observed him to be.

The most notable; the third being an unknown boy whom I've been speaking with nearly the length of my time on here. I consider the child a favorite.

Intriguing creatures so far. The Dreamers have been a lively bunch recently. Even the Lady has been dreaming more frequently; as if I haven't noticed, thing.

There was a boy who loathed his family. His mother was leaving his father, who drank on account of her nightly visits to the beds of other men. The boy's elder brother beat the child constantly as a means to relieve stress. His sister ignored him as if he was human trash. The boy wished for companionship, he got nothing. I offered him a means to escape everything one night; he accepted. Awakening from the dream he found his family deceased throughout the house. Without any ties left he became one of His.

A teenager that has always been indecisive finally made a choice all on her own. With a small nudge, give or take. She had never been given a voice of her own, born silent she had others often speak for her. She found it distasteful; felt as if her individuality was taken from her. I was the first to hear her speak; though it did not come from her mouth it meant just as much. It was the first conversation she had; the first choice given she could freely answer. The thing wept joyfully before accepting my offer; once more silenced as she became one of His.

I don't make a habit of keeping proxies; other than 269 and 85. Especially after Lenore's lure; seeing as she is destined to die soon I decided to keep these two. I thought a certain few would enjoy that news. Welcome, male Proxy 519 and female Proxy 523.

Until next time.

Sunday, April 15, 2012


How very intriguing. We have The Shady Lady opening up on what secrets she's been keeping about me. I have been keeping secrets, too. You should call your friend sometime. I also see an old friend of ours is with you now, do say hello to Joshua for me.

Miss Renalda seems to be having a breakdown. It's good to have such a wonderful friend to keep you protected. It's a good thing no one can read your minds... oh wait.

If that wasn't enough my previous helping hand The Advocate has proven to be a traitor to Him and His. Working for Thuggee as of now. The Lady has done at least one right thing to shun you, thing.

I would not often care about the return of someone; but the Doctor insists on having vital information against Thuggee. He may consider himself an interest as of now. Welcome back, Doctor Proctor.

Prosper has been quiet on here but lively elsewhere. He's doing very well on beating Lenore, the Road Runner; slowly to death. She is managing to flee from him, manipulate His agents, all while in such poor health. It's impressive; I can see why Thuggee continued agreeing to use her information.

Gallows and Graves continue to flee from proxies I send after them. They broke the one rule they had; they now must be dealt with. Mister Creevey continues to pursue them; he's risking a lot by leaving territory he's claimed as his own. What is stopping Him from taking back what was His to begin with now? I can see the Darkling is making its way to the mansion as I type this. Good luck Josie.
Onto what jogged me to post again; I received an interesting email from a woman named LeCroix. A woman of the law straying from her path; hunting my infamous duo. Lady, how you should have strongly advised her against this. Sometimes freedom of choice is such a poor decision to give others. I am patiently debating how to handle this thing.

You are all playing the parts handed to you. My disgust for each one of you has yet to lessen, we are no where near where we need to be.

The Dreamers are at least lively still. You should see what I have done, it's a masterpiece in my biased opinion. E-Bear seems to even like it. She is being kept in good hands, Mystery; she is learning much and enjoys the beautiful mosaic tiles and vast ocean.

I took her inside a dream once, the child did not know what to do. I encouraged her to be creative; my, my how she twisted that poor lad's head without realizing it. It's pitiful how fragile most of your minds are.

You have a long way to go, Mystery. You haven't opened up all the doors yet. I implore you, find me.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


I was forced to pull back; once more Victor has decided to rampage through my territory. Proxies and a few clones have fallen prey to the mutt; seeing as the Advocate has decided to house the Lady I see no reason to further. It is unlikely he will budge, the Advocate's fun has always come before the job. As of now he is not my charge, it makes the situation quite frustrating.

I am a patient man, however. I can wait. Or, I can strike a bargain should it come to that. It is a slight delay that can and will be resolved swiftly. Had I not been such a busy man I would have attended the festivities that are soon to come to pass. Perhaps then you would see how serious this situation is, Lady. Alas, time is short. So while you play with your broken, fragile form; I shall tend to the work. I suppose you are smart enough to keep your lips shut about certain things, hm?

Victor, it was a game well played. You nearly caught Prosper; I bet my money on him, however. After all, I made that body into what it is. I am not even mad about you cutting down my charges. It was good timing to come when you did; distract me from the immediate task. Fun while it lasted but I am afraid I can no longer play fetch. The last of my charges have been pulled.

Onto other news: it would seem some dreamers are encountering some of my creations. This should prove to be entertaining.

As well, Mystery has finally touched down on the other side of the planet. She's engaging a clone of mine as we speak. Those that have come to call her family should be proud, she's really turning into something of use now.

That is all I have to say. A minor update for the curious.

Thursday, November 10, 2011


A pleasure to have returned. To those less observant I have been quiet for quite some time now. Infecting the many minds of dreamers is no easy feat, especially when focusing on doubling the amount of copies I once had. Nothing that cannot be adjusted to; might I say I did a wonderful job at it.

Ferus so kindly captured our Lady, however; before I could come around for a proper pick up she had attacked and fled the scene. Her condition isn't pleasant from what I've picked up on. It is unlikely she will make it to her precious sanctuary anytime soon; given the distance. Without assistance she's useless as is. So I am pleased to announce the hunt for this human has begun.

Lady of the Shade, I am quite pleased that you have turned up with that information regarding the Ark. It was helpful to know how the Devil's Tower was a false lead; that puts a pause to my search for the Ark. Do you realize this opens up free time for me to not only send an assault to the lone Cultist but as well your weakened form?

You remember so well what I said to you, your tactics remain useful but you overlooked this possibility. Are you asking yourself yet all the little questions about what went wrong; how you ended up caught on a path that only leads to a dead end?

There must have been sweat on your brow at the first deal Ferus and I made. I am in fact looking forward to seeing for myself just what you felt when you woke up to him; when you realized your control was so little and mine was so grand; and his, as your captor; so overpowering.

As for Prosper; I cannot blame him for being greedy. Humans are just that; and he is still human to some degree. I cannot punish him for doing his job effectively; even if it means treading the guidelines. I can, however; punish him for not bringing you to me when he had you.

For you, Lady, and for his disobedience I raised him up and peeled every layer of human skin off that shell I crafted. It's remarkable how easy it is to cut you humans; how quickly a blade passes through the layers. It's even more so how long it took for every layer to peel away; it's something you'd think wouldn't take much time. It does, it was time worth wasting; and for wasting my time I punished him as well.

Alone in the wilderness once more, Lady of the Shade. Your Cultist seems to be fairing well, she's been tracking a clone over in... never mind. Your base is left with MASC in charge, your Proctor really your enemy and an unwed mother left to raise a monster. Such a mess you've found yourself within. How will you manage?

This will be simple enough to remedy; on my behalf I speak. Ferus, despite my displeasure at the last minute escape I applaud your handiwork. I have seen it; from the eyes of the blind. Growing closer now, Lady. This time mistakes will not be made.

She'll be heading South down the East Coast; should anyone notice anything do something about it and let me know.

It's so wonderful to be back.

Thursday, October 13, 2011


You are correct, Cultist, I have your niece. She sleeps now upon the bed of where my original self is. I have been exercising her mind and ensuring her body does not fall useless from long periods of sleeping. Your niece has quite the intriguing mind; many things to educate her on. I believe I'll answer some of her questions.

Did you get my message, Cultist? I thought you might enjoy that news. Shocking, hm? Put it to use, girl; that's your future.

Readers, you'll find out in due time what that means.

The girl is unharmed, for now. You are lucky I have her and not Him; had I not opted she'd be in worse condition. Plans can change no matter who her caretaker is, however. Pray that it doesn't.

Prosper is off tending to his own business; 85 is stationed soundly where he should be. Road Runner, I see you working behind the scenes. Little wretch.

As for Thuggee we are pursuing him. He's fallen quiet since engaging my Master within the woods. I do not need to elaborate on how well that worked out for him; it would seem his bite doesn't compare to his bark. My Master gave Thuggee quite the surprise, he did well to survive and fight back but overall failed. Let that be a lesson to the rest of you who speak so big.

Congratulations for surviving to try again, Thuggee.

My time is being split three ways. Clones are tending to dreamers, I'm still searching for the location of this artifact, as well tending to Thuggee. Any silence you hear from me should be understood by now.

I do believe I have a lead, however. Investigating it now.

Friday, September 16, 2011


I cannot begin to elaborate on my displeasure. I truly doubt you are capable of understanding the depths of it; perhaps that is of my own choosing to not allow you such a chance.

I became alert to the happenings when Proxy 85 threw himself into the fire. I ordered recon, observe only! The result of him disobeying an order was him nearly killed. 269 only intervened upon the last minute. This displeases me further yet does not surprise me in the slightest.

Thuggee's pet managed to eliminate 269's body, tending to the beast himself I could not waste the time to give my right hand something he was used to. I had to resort to tossing his consciousness into the nearest corpse the few times he found himself dead. My pet did something right; I came upon the gruesome discovery as to what he was doing. Dare I admit to smiling at my pet's cleverness; his murders all this time were placed within a circle around the mansion. Every body undiscovered; kept true to his word about working to complete the circle.

Despite the fact this corpse he inhabited was injured severely I punished him. Failure; for not intervening sooner when 85 recklessly sought to defend my targets. To put it mildly; that body fell dead and I thrashed his conscious being until it laid beaten. I spent time piecing together a new body afterwards.

Proxy 85 is healing, the child trembles with reason. He will be wiser than to be so headstrong in the future.

The battle itself was known to be a challenge, I saw through my pet's eyes a split moment before going to their aid. I personally went, despite a clone typing this now I did not allow such to face Thuggee. There is a difference between a clone and the master of them when it comes power.

269 is by and large not an easy target to eliminate, especially against you humans. It took a few tries in every body I flung 269's conscious into. Evading Thuggee was a primary concern while 85 was rendered useless, if not nearly dead. My charge managed to crawl out of the way; only when I pulled forth a horde of clones from various locations across the globe did my charge escape. I had a single one remove his form from the building.

My targets gone and having taken 85 with them I found no more use in staying; my purpose there was served. I took 269's injured form and left the filth hole. Let the claimed Hand of the Gods relish in a building in ruins with one cooked corpse, if he thinks such a victory I pity him.

I located where my pet was and teleported to him, 269 and myself appeared within a motel room with those upon my list. I examined each one of them briefly before lifting the boy off the bed. We left the fighters to tend to their battle wounds, my objective is greater than they at the moment. Count yourselves lucky, resistance; had it been the beginning of summer I would have taken all of you without a single thought.

Mercy has befallen you and I have many things to do.

I report now I am well, mere flesh wounds and the mental warfare is already recovering. Might I remind you I earned my position; my use is not in the battlefield but it does not mean I'm not capable. Proxy 85 needed immediate medical attention and was graced with it, we will be having a very strict lesson in disobeying orders when he recovers. 269 has been dealt with accordingly and is presently stretching his new body. His mask is damaged thoroughly, not by the battle but previous affairs with a certain Road Runner. He was punished severely for giving her the time of day; I care not she's one of his asylum wenches.

If you are curious on the status of the fighters I will report they are breathing. Their injuries range, they are all disturbed mentally but I trust they'll return to their stubborn ways in time; or break under the pressure.

I can assure you the being known as Thuggee and his pet Dodgy are a case that will be looked into effective immediately. This old well of souls has a job to do, I do remember telling you all that I am quite effective at this job, did I not? My purpose was served at the battlefield. Thuggee dares to begin assaulting His? I welcome him into war.

This new player to the field brings forth more troubles, such a burden to tend to so much work. My clones will have to continue the hunt; Prosper will solely have to tend to the resistance, 85 when he heals; and it would seem I will have to invest my personal time into creating a counterstrike.

Very well. His enemies shall come to understand my position; a businessman must protect his investments and his superior.

It would seem now is the time for this body to be put to use properly.

A global watch has been initiated.

A counterstrike has begun.

Such a pain.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


Proxy 85 has been issued to 269's side for strict recon purposes. After analyzing his state and altering some previous issues he was released to full duties. 269 will be continuing to further his work while I tend to another hunt as well as the dreamers. 85 will remain stationed as an observer until further notice.

I have been working around the clock, of course time seems to matter little after so many years. Some appealing candidates have come to the table, I will be looking into them one by one.

It is official, Gallows and Graves are awaiting duty to be called into the battle as well. Congratulations, permission to exit your filthy wasteland will be granted when I see fit. I will admit that the two of them play not to rules previously established, for ones that serve Him they are as rebellious as the fighters. I am considering that as long as they do their job when called to it nothing else matters.

I am aware I have left a majority in confusion as to my change in course from the Lady, Cultist and the rest of their party. The treasure being sought is not one to report on just yet. Not until we have it. There are many leads that need to be exhausted, I am grateful for my multitasking capabilities.

Catching up on some of my targets I have come to a conclusion I am in need of burning down a building and eliminating evidence. I'll need to change my suit so on that note I'll bid you all a farewell. Until next time.